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Another Ten Things

This morning my mother departed on a weeks holiday to Bridlington with some of her buddies. Consequently, GJ Strachan’s upcoming days will hopefully be bereft of being asked the same […]

Evening With The Eggheads

It was three and a half hours of exacting engagement. An evening the sextet of participants will never forget….. Well, until midday today anyhow. Via the conduit of a Zoom […]

A Perfect Dinner Party

I’ve just heard that, due to concerns about the prevailing rise in the UK’s coronavirus cases, from the 14th September social gatherings of more than six people will be banned […]

Surprise For The Birthday Girl

Yesterday afternoon, family and friends gathered at a local social club for my mum’s surprise 80th birthday party. Upon entering the event room, filled with almost thirty family and friends, […]

The Marmite Inquisition

It was during the late 1960’s, at around the age of five years old, when I first became aware of marmite. A realisation manifesting while sitting eating breakfast in the […]

Slipping Into Bad Habits

Under coronaviruses watch, I’ve started succumbing to a practise which’s ordinarily a huge bug bear of mine – This the act of comfort buying. Even worse, some of the impulse […]

Spark of Madness

“You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.” – Robin Williams It’d be hard to argue the Chicago born actor/comedian didn’t utilise his spark of madness […]

Lambs of Wrath

After a few days where over the top absurdity’s tarried the sentences and paragraphs of my literary concepts, today I’ve vowed to pen a more profound narrative. Consequently, Saturday’s aspiration […]

No Offence, But….

The morning of Friday 28th August sees yours truly’s epiphany bank as barren as a post menopausal trout. Tiredness borne from a week of erratic sleep, a fuzzy mind consequential […]

True Or False Round

As I’m partaking in a Zoom quiz with buddies this evening, at some point today I’ll need to write a round of questions for the inquisition. As yet, I’ve no […]

The Crowd Went Wilde

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” – Oscar Wilde Unless the Dublin-born playwright had […]

Separating The Wheat

Needing the back lawn mowing prior to this afternoons predicted rain, GJ Strachan’s been delayed an hour or so in commencing this journal. My sardonic notions put on pause whilst […]

Frame Yourself!

It’s got to be said, unearthing fresh topics for these daily journals of life under COVID’s oppressive grip can be exacting. With events echoing the previous days episodes, even groundhogs […]